Writing this post makes me nervous, like tingles-in-my-stomach nervous. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t follow my own advice, and follow through. I’m embarrassed that I’ve had several unsuccessful starts with this blog. That I let insecurities, sky-high expectations, laziness and perhaps everything else get in my way.
At the same time, writing this post also makes me happy. Though I’ve only written a few posts on this blog, I’ve loved writing them, and I’ve loved scribbling down tons of ideas in my notebook. I love having a place that’s my very own, with my signature scribbles that might be helpful to others.
And, ultimately, writing this post signals a beginning – yes, a second or third one, but a beginning, nonetheless.
Before, I would’ve let the embarrassment of neglecting this blog – and one of my passions – consume me. I would’ve fed my self-doubt a delicious snack by deleting this blog, by giving up, and admitting that I just couldn’t do it.
Instead, I’m choosing to restart. And that’s a biggie for someone who likes to start from scratch. As a perfectionist, I prefer clean lines. It’s why I prefer to start from scratch, when there’s no mess or no wrinkles, when it’s sparkly and new, when you don’t have to go back and start fixing things.
So, today, I’d like to encourage you, too, to go back to something you’ve neglected. No matter how nervous – or terrified – you might be about it, go back to that messy, wrinkled project.
Go back, and you just might find that there’s joy, relief and freedom in facing your fear.
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